I'm thinking these chapters will probably be pretty short. I'm not going to push myself to do 2000 words, maybe only 1000 at minimum. I hope that's okay.

This chapter is only Fuyuki and Keroro.

"AUGH!" Keroro tried to swing his small body out of the pekoponian boy's hands, eventually he managed to land on the floor, pain wringing throughout his entire body. But that didn't stop himself from moving.

Something about the pekoponians tone scared him. How did he know he was an alien? Who was he? So Keroro ran as fast as he could, picking up the kero ball on the ground.

"Wait!" The boy yelled after him. Keroro ran into the door but he didn't care. He quickly grabbed the door knob.

"You won't catch me!" Keroro yelled, his legs moving remarkably fast for a frog. He was thankful that there were no stairs to go down.

I didn't expect him to run screaming like a sissy. The pekoponian boy thought to himself as he walked after him. He wasn't the most in shape so Keroro was easily able to out run him.

Keroro hurriedly pushed dressers and trophies into the running path so the boy couldn't follow behind him. His eyes were frightening. He stared right into me. Keroro always believed in following his gut. And his gut said to run from the pekoponian boy.

"Ow...Ow...I don't want to trip!" The boy said pathetically, trying to step over the things Keroro had thrown to the ground, "You're remarkably strong for a frog thing!" He called after Keroro.

"You'll never catch me!" My life is more important than this house. Keroro decided. He'd flee the place as soon as possible. He could see the door at the end of the hall way, it was still open just the way he had left it.

The boy on the floor, eventually picked himself up after tripping on a number of things. Keroro ignored him as he hurriedly ran towards the door.

"You aren't getting away alien!" The boy yelled. He pressed a button and the door automatically closed.

"Eek!" The door closed like magic...Do these pekoponians have automatic technology? Keroro wondered. He slid to a stop in front of the door, and turned the corner. He wouldn't ran back to the pekoponian boy.

"I have to commend you, you've been the first alien to run so much!" The boy yelled after him. "All the others try to fight."

"Sergeant Keroro's always a chicken. My life is important after all!" Keroro grinned. He could see a glass door. It's a risky maneuver but it's worth it. He jumped into the air into the glass rolling himself into a ball.

The glass shattered, little shards sticking into his skin. He groaned in pain as he landed in the back yard.

Keroro breathed heavily as he lay down in the grass. The sky was beautiful and blue. And he was free of that house. The boy behind him didn't want to get glass stuck in his foot. He was much too princess like. Spoiled.

"Keronian..." Keroro heard groaning behind him. He turned around and saw several dog houses, pretty in size, they had a nice paint job, but what was inside them wasn't dogs.

Instead aliens were tied to stakes. Naked and bare, skinny their dignity stripped from them. Keroro saw a few Vipers, they were skinnier and their eyes were dull. The dog dish with their food and water they weren't eating out of and there were chains around their neck.

Keroro felt his body grow cold at seeing them in this condition. Utter horror pooled in his body. They were his enemies but the disgrace and dehumanization that they had been put through hurt even him.

"H-help...Help us..." They begged.

Keroro had never seen a naked viper before. He didn't want to see their bony chests, their legs didn't seem real like twigs from the malnutrition, but in a constant kneeling position as they all huddled in the dog house.

There were at least five of them. Keroro shivered.

"I...I don't know where the key is..." Keroro said desperately seeing the chain around their neck. Will I be like that if that pekoponian catches me? Why are Vipers here? Will I be treated like a dog.

The pekoponian boy had finally reached him. He opened the sliding glass door despite the fact that it was broken and carefully stepped over the glass.

Keroro didn't notice the gun he was holding. He had frozen to the spot, his lunch feeling like it would leave his stomach.

"I thought I told you no talking. Pets don't talk without permission." The boy hissed. Without a second thought like the Vipers were no less than ants he shot the one who had spoken to Keroro.

Keroro didn't even wipe the Viper blood off his face. He just slid back against the wall. The other Vipers hid in their dog house like this had happened much too many times.

"Guns are great because they're a weapon even I can operate. It doesn't require much physical skill." The boy said coldly as he put the safety back on.

"N-no..." Keroro shook his head. He was going to die here. He tried to stumble backwards. The pekoponian looked at him like he knew there was no way for Keroro to escape. He was no longer trying to madly pursue him.

"Sergeant Keroro, come in." Keroro's communicator turned on.

No, no...Not right now! Not right now. Keroro wanted to cry. The pekoponian would kill him. He didn't move to touch his communicator, but the boy looked at him.

"Answer it." He answered coldly, "I'd like to hear what they say, sarge."

Keroro gulped. "Y-yes...?" He answered. Please save me. Maybe I can tell them of what I've found.

"This message is a recorded one broadcasted to all the Keroro Platoon- The Grand forces of Keron have decided to leave, not only was our records about Pekopon outdated and they're much too humid for our species, but it turns out that the pekoponians are a highly advanced race that lure aliens onto their planet to trap them. They're extremely intelligent. To minimize casualties we will be leaving."

They're afraid. Keroro realized. "W-wait...You're abandoning us?" Keroro asked, frightened. "I need a rescue team! Help me! Please" He begged, despite the pekoponian listening to him.

"The Keroro Platoon's orders are now to invade on their own. We'll check back later to make sure you haven't died. Good luck Keroro Platoon, our hopes lie with you sergeant Keroro and the rest of you." The message signed off as Keroro's eyes widened.

Keroro desperately clicked all of the buttons on his communicator as if to try to ask his platoon for more information, for help. He wasn't a brave commander. He needed them. He needed them desperately. His hand rested on Tamama's line as he pressed it.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Tamama screamed in distress. Real static then happened and Tamama's line was dead.

Keroro had lost communication with another member. "T-tamama...No...No..." Keroro dropped to his knees.

The pekoponian watched him as he gave up hope.

My life...My platoon's lives...We're all doomed. We're all dead. Keroro realized.

The pekoponian approached him slowly. "My name is Fuyuki Hinata." The boy greeted in a cold, calm voice as he wiped blood off his socks. "I'm an alien researcher. I know a lot about aliens. You're a typical alien invader by the looks of it. But I don't know what species you are." Suddenly Fuyuki's eyes sparkled. "I love getting to know a new species!"

Getting to know me? Like putting me in a dog house like the rest of them? Suddenly Keroro didn't feel like he wanted to be trapped. He wasn't going to just give up. He needed to help his platoon mates.

He pressed a button on the Kero ball. He would defeat Fuyuki and escape. He would zap Fuyuki with the power of the Kero ball.

"Protect Master Fuyuki!" Suddenly guards dropped down from the roof with shields as if they had been watching the encounter the entire time. They were all dressed in black with the label 'NPG' on their coats.

The electrical bolt hit the shields and bounced off, hitting Keroro instead. Keroro screamed as his body contorted in pain. "AHHHH!" He yelled, falling to the ground as the grass below him was burned.

Fuyuki brushed off what little ash was on him on his shoulder.

Keroro wasn't able to move. His eyes started closing.

"Master Fuyuki, what do you want to do with this one?" The guards asked.

Fuyuki pulled out a journal. "I've never seen a frog alien before. But I can assume that he needs water to survive." He wrote down his observations.

He pushed his guards aside to approach Keroro and kneel next to him to examine him.

One...One last chance. Keroro tried to move his finger to hit a button on his Kero ball. To squirm away, but Fuyuki grabbed the kero ball before he could hit it.

Fuyuki examined the ball for a moment and quickly figured out how to make it work, pressing and playing with the buttons, zapping Keroro every now and then and floating. He smiled at the small toy.

He deciphered my only weapon- The Kero ball! Keroro knew he was truly screwed. He couldn't get away.

"This thing seems pretty cool." Fuyuki smiled, "He seems like an advanced race. Intelligent. Not uncivilized and barbaric."

It was exactly how Keroro had described the pekoponians. Barbaric and uncivilized. Now they were trying to figure out if he was that.

No...No I won't die like this! Like a lab experiment! If there was one thing good about Keroro, it was his tenacity. He quickly managed to get to his feet despite his bruises and he ran past Fuyuki, crying pathetically, snot flying out of his nose.

Fuyuki looked surprised that Keroro had moved.

"Should we pursue him?" The guards asked.

"No. I will." Fuyuki volunteered as, Keroro went back into the house. "I can trap him pretty easily."

The guards nodded and let Fuyuki follow him.

Keroro wasn't thinking right. He was just desperate to get away, and for some reason in his head going lower sounded like a good plan to get away. He found some stairs leading down to the basement and ran down as quick as he could, until he got in a dark, very dusty room.

Keroro gasped as he saw what was in the room- It was very clear now that alien skins were pinned to the wall, a refrigerator that Keroro opened had alien organs.

Keroro grabbed a book and opened it. More skins had been pressed inside for artistic value, little scribbles of scientific descriptions was next to each piece of skin.

Is...Is Fuyuki a serial killer? Keroro realized.

He heard the door creak open and then slam shut. He didn't have to guess at who was in there with him. It was Fuyuki.

"WAAHHHH!" Keroro cried loudly. He was going to die. He dropped to his knees just giving up, pounding his fists on the ground. "I'm...I'm going to die...I'm going to live in a fridge!" Keroro was just crying pathetically. He didn't even try to wipe his face.

Fuyuki stared at him in shock. He had never seen an alien cry this much. He felt a stone in his stomach. Perhaps a bit of pity for the crying alien. He was very much like a child. "You're very cute like that." Fuyuki tried to tell him, "You're a cute little frog thing. I wish they sold you in stores. You would have been a fun pet to have."

"I'm not a pet!" Keroro cried.

He heard the sound of rustling chains. He looked up briefly to see a chain and collar in Fuyuki's hands.

"Because of you, I lost one of mine. I always hate having to dispose of a pet." Fuyuki laughed briefly. "It's sad, you get attached to playing fetch with them, ya know?"

Keroro shook his head. The Vipers weren't pets. They were sentient just like him and Fuyuki. He's going to put me in the dog house with them. If they don't kill me, he certainly will. Vipers and keronians didn't get along.

Fuyuki approached him and tried to open the chain, putting it around Keroro's neck. Keroro struggled with all his might against him, hitting him like a child away. He wasn't usually strong, but against Fuyuki he was slightly stronger.

Fuyuki sighed. "I'm not going to kill you." He reassured.

"I've seen your journal! You kill aliens, you liar!" Keroro hissed.

"That journal is for pressing different alien skins. I like to chronology my research. After all I'm a researcher of the occult." Fuyuki tried to explain in a calm voice like he was talking to a child. He assumed Keroro was a child after all, unaware that was what adult keronians looked like.

"You're going to kill me because I'm new!" Keroro screamed.

Fuyuki frowned. He dropped the chain for a moment and pulled out something from a box. It was something that resembled a toy, called a 'Gundam model' "I'll give you this if you be my pet forever. It can be a bond to symbolize our relationship."

Keroro walked forward for a moment and then stopped himself. Curse my love for model robots! Fuyuki had found his weakness.

Fuyuki smiled. "I've never met an alien as childish as you. It's easy to read that giving you toys as bribery should solve your fear."
"...You're going to kill me..." Keroro repeated again.

Fuyuki shook his head, "You don't look like a prototype for gene splicing and you look like you'd be a great pet. So sergeant Keroro, you can be my primary pet." He declared.

He held out his hand as if it was a symbol of friendship. Keroro knew it wasn't.

Are all pekoponians like this? Keroro wondered, the offer of toys, of pampering and being a pet was appealing then, it was better than dying.

Keroro didn't want to take it, but he knew that Fuyuki would shoot him if he didn't. Fuyuki might be far kinder than the other pekoponians. And as long as he appeared childish Fuyuki might have pity for him.

It was his best- no his only bet for survival if he took this offer. So Keroro willed his legs to move forward as he snatched the gundam model out of Fuyuki's hands.

Fuyuki smiled. I knew a kid like him would take it!

"I...I'll do it." Keroro decided. It wasn't like he had much of a choice.

"You'll love living here and being my pet. I'm so excited to get to know an alien like you!" Fuyuki picked Keroro up, snapping on the collar.

Keroro wondered if he had made the right choice.

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